In the garden of love, where enchantment starts, Two souls converge with intertwining hearts. Beneath the moon's tender and silvery gleam,
By Harun rashid2 years ago in Poets
In the vast sea of my recollection's maze, A solitary bird wanders through a memory's haze. At times, teardrops well in these weary eyes,
In the intricate fabric of existence, a delicate strand, The ties of kinship and empathy, a celestial plan. A profound connection between our hearts,
